Saving Della Ray

And his hair … right then it was all in place, but the memory of the dark mass, tousled and falling around the sides of his face as he’d fucked me mindless was a sight I wouldn’t ever be able to forget.

It was understandable why I was pushing my limits with him.

Throwing all caution to the wind.

For him, I would even throw away my pride and reservations because I was certain that he would be my once in a life time kind of experience.

Slowly, I pulled down the zipper of Nichole’s very expensive dress and let it slide down my body. The floor looked pretty clean so I knew Nichole wouldn’t mind. I intended to dry clean it before giving it back to her, anyway.

I shut off that irritating voice in my head and I took off my bra. I let my breasts spill out for his full perusal. I was quaking inside, but I hoped to God it did not show on the outside.

I stood now before him in just the lacy peach thong that had matched Nichole’s dress.

His eyes were eating me up alive.

I couldn’t move one step further. “I really don’t want to do all the work myself here,” I said, my voice shivery with excitement.

He gazed at me for the longest time, his eyes greedily savoring every single inch of my body. He looked like a man who hadn’t seen a nearly naked woman for years.

I let him consume me. It felt good to have a man so completely mesmerized by me.

Wordlessly, he began to walk towards me. From then on, I couldn’t breathe properly. I watched his big hands go to the buttons of his shirt and slip them out of their holes.

It reminded me quite vividly, of when his fingers had been inside of me, and it made me ache with anticipation. He was as beautiful as a Greek God, and it seemed like an eternity since I had last kissed him. In that moment, I wanted nothing else than to have his lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth.

He shrugged the material off his shoulders to reveal a perfectly sculpted body. By the time he reached me, I was already holding onto the edge of the counter behind me. He hadn’t touched me yet, but I was already breathless. I knew when he did … I would combust. So I had to get some answers before he did.

I wanted to break him open, to figure out what was holding him back and keeping him so far away from me, and why the only thing he wanted to give was his body. I couldn’t take my mind off the fact that he had been dressed this way for me. I needed to know what had made him decide not to come to the restaurant. “You’re always in black … Why did you want to look different today?”

He didn’t respond. Just kept a tortured predator’s gaze on me, as though he blamed me for something I could not understand.

If it had been any other man, I would have said he was playing games or he wanted to keep me from expecting too much, but those mundane reasons were impossible to pin on him. The man approaching me wasn’t playing a game. The way his hot blue gaze roamed all over my face and body was as if I was the thing he had been looking for all his life. The roll of his muscles beneath that glistening olive skin made me swallow painfully.

Hell, I wanted to taste every inch of him. “You’re really fucking gorgeous,” I breathed.

He flung the shirt aside and my hand went to my breasts. I couldn’t stop myself from filling my hands with the mounds that were mine, but only ached and responded to him. I massaged them and my nipples became hard and inviting. I was hot, ready and brimming with anticipation.

When he reached me, he buried his face in the nook of my neck and tasted me with the tip of his tongue. I shut my eyes. I was ready and willing to submit to all that he wanted to do to me. I shuddered at the softness of his lips. The heat of his breath traced my taut flesh all the way up my neck and towards the corner of my lips.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I turned to capture his lips with mine and felt his smile at my urgency. His taste was precious, as though too much of it would do more harm than good to me. Even so, I was unable to stop. I threw both of my arms around his neck, ground my breasts against his chest, and sucked lustily on his tongue.

Like a blue-eyed demon, he matched my tempo, his hand tangled in my hair to keep my head in place as he ravished me, ruggedly drinking me in, as though he had been even more starved than I had thought. It turned me giddy with joy at the realization that in our desire for each other, we were equally and ferociously eager.